How was it when, when your heart broke,
When hate struck it's smite on it?
How was it when no one cared
If you were happy or sad?
How was it when, when your heart broke,
When your someone strolled with someone else?
How did it feel when you walked with no one else
How did it feel?
When I saw the man who struck me down,
I worked around him.
I trusted that love surrounded him.
I trusted that he would become a good human being.
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